Complete // Closed

[smirkinggoddess]

Title: 'Cause the boy I love has gone so far away
Characters: Haruhi Suzumiy and Kyon
Location: Night Room
Rating: PG...?
Summary: Kyon has shown up at Malaise House. Haruhi doesn't know what to think.
Day/Time: Day 94 / Evening

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[cynicaldevotee]

“Haruhi?” Kyon calls quietly as he steps into the night room, finger tips pressing into the palm of his hand as he looks for the nurse on duty. Breathing out a sigh of relief at seeing none he casts his gold hued eyes toward the rest of the room.

His heart threatens to burst out of his chest any moment now, the whole facility still giving him the creeps. His mind raced eves a hundred miles an hour even as he moves slowly: Was this her doing, or is a place like this normal? Either way something like this was out of his experiences in life to judge. All those thoughts dissipated like fog evaporating under a hot sun as he meets Haruhi’s glare.

“Ha… Haruhi…” his words faltering him at such a key point, eyes widening as he expected an outburst to assault him at any moment. Kyon raises both hands in either an effort to signal for her to calm down… or defend himself.

[smirkinggoddess]

Haruhi's gaze snapped over to meet Kyon's the moment she heard him, her mouth a thin line. It was obvious that she was displeased with the other teenager, though what was bothering the girl was unclear.

"Kyon, you..." she started, and twitched slightly, as if she was planning on moving forward. She didn't however, and instead remained where she was, frozen in place.

"...Why are you here?" she asked quietly, her expression serious, and for some reason, a little bitter. "Did they send you to check on me, or something?"

[cynicaldevotee]

The breath he had unconsciously been holding since spotting her was let go, a soft sigh easing out of him as a small amount of relief poured in. She wasn’t going to yell at him this late at night. Yet that expression on her face…

“Hmph… it’s good to see you too, Haruhi.” He counters, his own soft voice carrying through the still of night as the corner of his lips curled into a slight smile, one that only lasted a moment. His footsteps stilled and came to a halt, her mannerisms freezing his will to take another step forward, no, perhaps it was more right to say that they demanded this of him.

He shook his head a little, trying to free himself of the unnecessary thoughts, “They? Who’s they? Wait… don’t answer that yet. I’ll just tell you simply … I’m… committed here now too.”

A light grimace accompanies the emphasized word, his eyes wavering away from hers.

[smirkinggoddess]

This statement surprised the stony-faced brunette; an expression of great surprised replaced the one of bitterness that had been there a moment before. Looking suddenly concerned, the girl said, "You...you're stuck here, too? Why would they make you stay here?"

And with her, no doubt! With the crazy, abnormal girl from his old school! Suddenly, memories of when she had been brought to Malaise flooded into Haruhi's mind, and another expression of cold detachment appeared on her face once again.

"I guess the guilt ate away at you until you went crazy," she said in a low voice, her arms crossed as she continued to stare down her classmate. "Feeling bad, after you let them drag me away and lock me up here?"

[cynicaldevotee]

Lost? But I made my way here… on my own! Frowning lightly Kyon opens his mouth to voice his protests only to end up forgetting to close it as she grabs his hand and begins to drag him forcibly; his hand instinctively closing back around her hand, mostly because if her grip failed she'd yell at him more and grab his collar instead. A grumble travels up his throat as she ignores the fact that the hand she’s holding onto so tightly is connected to his shoulder, although she seems to be doing a good job of trying to remedy that situation at the moment, the hallways moving by quickly, “One-thirteen, but I don’t need you to guide me back to my room, Haruhi!”

He knew better than to stumble or she would drag him back to his room now, by his tie if need be, scowling at the thought he continued, “You’re pulling my arm off, what’s the hurry?" pausing as they round a corner, Kyon making another face, "Where do you get such energy? Two milligrams would do, just share some with me.”

[smirkinggoddess]

"You don't know what you're saying," Haruhi said dismissively, continuing to tug her fellow student down the halls of Malaise. "You're new here, and you have no idea where you're going."

The brunette didn't respond to Kyon's question, since it was basically rhetorical. Her energy was just a part of who she was, and that was that.

"One-thirteen," she said, coming to a halt in front of the numbered door, staring up at the little plaque with her stubborn, golden gaze. "There. I've done you a huge favor."

[cynicaldevotee]

Then please explain how I got from my room to the Night room! Coming to a rather sudden halt he took the opportunity to shoot a glare down at her. The kind that was being ignored by his brunette companion who was occupying herself intently with the sign above his door; acting as if she hadn’t just dragged him down a half dozen hallways.

Sighing he places the palm of his free hand on his face, head hanging down. No one would miss thi-wait, what did she just say?! “Eh?!” Kyon takes a step back, still… captured by her hand and being unable to move much further back, “Favor?! You have to be joking, this wasn’t a favor… it far more like a punishment! Although now it borders on extortion as well...”

[smirkinggoddess]

"Oh, stop it. There's no way you could find your way around here without me," she said, sticking her chin out in a gesture of defiance. They stood there for another moment, not really saying anything. Finally, the ribbon-wearing female allowed her gaze to flicker downward, and she promptly released Kyon's hand.

"Well, I guess you're fine now," she said, taking a step backwards. "I'm going to go, since I have important Brigade things to get done."

Even though it was late at night. Haruhi took another step back, though she was still watching the other brown-haired teenager, frowning.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said. It was a statement, and not a request.